I. Don't. Want.

Chapter 1:Code Broken

"So you're not gonna kill me?"

Stiles regretted the question the moment it left his lips. There in that dark parking garage he'd just had to go and question the monster about to leave him alone.

Peter turned around and Stiles took a step back, choking on his own saliva. "Oh, God."

"Don't you understand yet? I'm not the bad guy here."

"You turn into a giant monster with red eyes and fangs and you're 'not the bad guy' here?" Peter's face looked contemplative for a moment, like he'd come to an important decision. Stiles was 97.3% percent sure it was to kill him and his big mouth.

"I like you Stiles," Stiles exhaled the air he didn't know he'd stopped breathing, a curse under his breath. From Peter the statement sounded like a death knell. "Since you've helped me, I'm going to give you something in return. Do you want the Bite?

"What?" Stiles couldn't quite comprehend what he'd just heard.

"Do you want, the Bite?" He said the last word with force, making the T sound as if it had it's own bite to it. "If it doesn't kill you, and it could, you'll become like us." Peter sounded as if he was making a business proposal, like he was discussing what they would have for dinner that night, but definitely not like he'd just brought up such a terrifyingly seductive prospect.

"Like you."

"Yes, a werewolf, would you like me to draw you a picture?" Peter's sassy tone returned and he seemed to be losing patience. He took a moment and stepped closer, crowding Stiles' personal space. "That first night in the woods I took Scott because I needed a new pack. It could just have easily have been you. You'd be every bit as powerful as him. No more standing by his side, watching him become stronger, and quicker, more popular - watching him get the girl." Peter's voice, his tone and the empathetic, serenely gentle look on his face were so convincing, inviting. Stiles tried not to look into those eyes that promised so much, tried not to show what the offer was doing to him. "You'd be equals. Maybe more."

Stiles' heart pounded uncomfortably hard against his chest and Peter tenderly wrapped long fingers around his wrist and - slowly so as not to frighten him - lifted it to his mouth. Then in his quiet, gentle, tempting voice he asked, "Yes or no?"

It was a moment lost in time for Stiles as Peter looked him in the eyes, staring him down with all the confidence of someone who had already received such a superb gift as what he now offered. The tension built in him, steam in a boiler, begging to be released in a hiss of confirmation. His body went rigid, preparing for the pain that Peter's elongating incisors would cause. Prepared for a change.

He snapped his hand back; so close that his sleeve harmlessly grazed Peter's jaw. The alpha werewolf before him looked offended at the rejection.

Stiles put all the force he could muster into his next words. "I don't wanna be like you."

"Do you know what I heard just now?" Stiles' face was a mess of confusion and horror to Peter's mocking words. "Your heart beating slightly faster over the words "I. Don't. Want."

His jaw worked but no words came out to defend him. Peter went on, harsh now. "You may believe that you're telling me the truth, but you are lying to yourself. Goodbye Stiles."

Stiles mouth opened, suddenly desperate to stop the tall dark killer from leaving, sucking in a quick gulp of air. No betraying words escaped him. He closed his mouth almost instantly.

But not fast enough.

Peter spun around, eyes glowing red and face a terrifying mask of hard lines and angry ridges. Stiles saw Peter's gaping mouth, full of sharp fangs close in on him - then there was pain.

Peter's long fingers were wrapped around his biceps, pinning his arms. His knees quaked and gave in under the weight and force of Peter until he was on his side on the ground, the monster above him. A burning, aching, seething pain ripped through him from his waist, just under the rib cage. The veins around the spot were in flames, blazing out until his entire left side was on fire.

Agony ripped through his body under Peter's jaws. His head felt like it was going to explode if he couldn't let the pressure out of it, so he screamed.

The werewolf looming over him was looking him in the eyes when Stiles could finally see again through the pain. There was a hideous laughing sound coming from the twisted jaw.

"Don't look like that Stiles," Peter's face was his own again. He was no longer holding Stiles, but it barely made a difference. Stiles felt as if his entire body was seizing up. All he could do was curl in on himself a little more. Peter was smiling, inspecting his handiwork. Stiles whimpered when Peter lightly brushed his hand over the wound. "You know you wanted this."

Chapter 1: End